She gasped. He'd grabbed her long hair. She could hear him, breathing in the smell of it, filling his lungs with her scent. In spite of her fear, she trembled with that desire she'd discovered earlier.

Gritting her teeth, Stacy reached up and yanked her hair from his grip. It hurt to pull on it like that, but she needed to show that she was in control.

The man growled at her defiance. He spun her around.

"Oh!" Stacy said as she looked upon her attacker.

He was tall. Even in the low light, she knew he had dark hair. His eyes glinted beneath that black mane. And he was naked.

Heat radiated from his body, and his broad shoulders and deep chest rose and fell with the lungfuls of air he breathed in.

Stacy felt her own heat, then, rising up through her body. It was a heat that left a feeling of wetness between her legs, left her gasping for air as her stiff nipples pressed against her tank top.

There was something animalistic and primal about this man that she'd never felt from anyone before in her life. Whatever it was, it awoke something equally primal and feral in her own body.

He reached out and grabbed a handful of her hair. Then his face started coming closer to hers. Stacy found her body aching for him. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts toward him. Her eyes shut, and her lips parted slightly, tingling with the anticipation of feeling his lips on her.

But he didn't kiss her. He brought the handful of hair to his face, breathing her scent in again. The waves of heat radiating out from him intensified, crashing into her. They left her knees feeling like water. She'd never felt a man with such a sheer physical presence before.

Her eyes shot open. She knew what was happening, and she couldn't let it happen, no matter how wet and warm she felt for him. Even as that thought passed her mind, she felt her passage throb with desire. Unbidden, her thoughts went to his body. One part of it, anyway. Her fingers ached to reach out and feel how big and hard he was, to stroke him.